Dear Dallas

Dear Rose

Dear Rose,

I haven't been ignoring you. I just don't how to respond to you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't want too.

Sometimes I just can't control what I do.

I do miss you though. I miss when you'd wrap your arms around my waist for a hug. I miss the way you smelled of my cologne when you'd wear my jacket out. I miss how we used to fool around.

It's sad but I even miss our fights. I miss the adrenaline I'd get when your hands were on my chest with my back pressed tight against the wall.

I love the way your voice drifts away when you yell. I can still feel the sting of your handprint on my cheek. I miss the way you used to hurt me.

You broke my heart, but I won't play like I didn't deserve it. Yeah, what you did was wrong, but I was the one who brought all the dirt up.

And your last letter really hurt me cause I could picture you crying. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me upset.

I know how much you hurt, and I can't stand to make it worse. I never meant to make you feel the way I did. You didn't deserve it.

I hope we can get over this, but I know our bridge is broken. Maybe we can fix, but I won't be mad if it's hopeless.

I just pray that you're happy with whatever choice you make.

I loved you the day I left and I still love you today.

-Dallas Winston